So, I went a little crazy with this chapter... The dancing got the best of me. =\

Disclaimer: I do not own Sky High.

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Ivy looked around the club and grinned. It was darker than expected with few windows, lots of bodies, and no space to move. The night Layla had picked out had been the clubs' once a month Reggaeton and Salsa night, so the amount of people was doubled. There were colored lights flashing and spinning around making patterns on the bodies beneath, and there were strobe lights sitting in each corner. There was a large bar, and lots of seating. It was a two story club, the dance floor was on the lower floor, while the entrance and the tables were on the higher one.

At first Ivy felt fairly out of place in her fancier dress, until she spotted others wearing slightly fancy clothes, too. She gave a small relieved sigh, and felt a light touch on her elbow. For the first time in years, she didn't have to pull away, and she turned her head to see Warren standing beside her. He nodded his head in the direction the others went, and she followed him as he lead the way to the table Zach picked out off in a secluded corner, so the group was able to have some privacy. They all took of their jackets and sat down comfortably. Warren kept his leather jacket on in protest to the idea of being there. Just because he came, didn't mean he'd like it, or even pretend to. He sat down and began to let his infamous glare settle on his face.

A little while had passed, and Layla and Will had long disappeared to the dance floor. Magenta and Zach had been back and forth a few times, and finally decided that dancing was a better idea. Quite a few men had asked Ivy to dance, but she had politely declined every last one of them. Now, she was staring over the railing looking down onto the dance floor, watching everyone sweat and move to the beat. Warren had noticed her standing against the balcony, and he felt a sudden rush of guilt. He grit his teeth, stood up determinedly, and took off his jacket. He headed towards her, but the closer he got, the more and more intimidated he got. What if she didn't want to dance? What if she didn't want to dance with him? What if--

He leaned next to her and she smiled.

"I love dancing." She said, almost sadly.

He looked to his left, and saw a pang of longing pass through her eyes.

"Dance with me." He demanded softly.

Ivy looked at Warren in complete astonishment. Her mouth gaped and she blushed. Hard.

"But-- You hate dancing. You don't dance. You didn't even want to come!" She blurted out every excuse she could think of.

"I don't hate dancing. I just don't do it. My mom made me take a few lessons when I was a freshman. She told me that if I could dance, I would officially be the perfect boyfriend, regardless of anything else." He smirked. "And no, I didn't want to come."

"You're such a liar." She smiled and eyed him curiously, unsure of what to say next. "You don't want to dance." She turned her sadness back to the crowd beneath them.

"Not necessarily, no. But you do, and that's good enough." And he offered her his hand. She looked down at it, and noticed the light orange and red flames that he had tattooed around his wrist.

Hesitating for a moment, she finally put her hand in his, and she let her gaze travel up his extremely attractive body, back to meet his eyes. She let a small smile cross her lips, and seeing her smile, he couldn't help but smile himself. He slowly lead her down to the dance floor, and the fun salsa song faded into a sexy reggaeton one. He lead her straight into the center of the dance floor, and turned to face her. She slowly ran her left hand up his muscled arm until it rested on his shoulder. He slid his right hand onto her lower back and pulled her closer to him, until she could feel every ripple of his abdominal muscles against her body. He slid his left hand into her right one and raised it to shoulder height, and slowly started to lead her in a salsa step. She raised her head slightly to look at him, and he pulled her even closer. As their pace quickened to finally match the beat, they had completely forgotten where they were, and just danced together.

Will and the others had spotted Warren and Ivy making their way through the crowded dance floor, and now they did the same. The four of them stopped when Warren and Ivy came into view, and Magenta quickly hushed Zach before he interrupted them.

Layla turned to Magenta. "I thought she didn't like touching people?"

Magenta, dumbfounded, shrugged.

"They're doing more than touching." Will mused. "Go Warren." He and Zach shared a lame high-five, and received playful glares from their girlfriends.

The music went on, and the four stopped staring and continued dancing. Ivy and Warren were lost in each others company, oblivious to all else until a young woman interrupted them.

"Mind if I cut in and take this hunk for a spin?" She said, politely pushing Ivy back from her dance partner. Before Ivy had a chance to respond, the brown haired woman had moved in to take her place. Warren kept his eyes locked on Ivy as she smiled disappointedly and started to find her way back through the crowd.

"Country girl!" Ivy looked around and recognized the same man from the pizza-bar a few nights before. She smiled as he fought his way towards her.

"Are you stalking me?" She asked with a raised eyebrow and slight smile.

"Could you blame me?" He replied with a smile of his own.

He's so... Beautiful.

"Did you wanna dance with me tonight? Or still pretending like you don't know how?" He eyed Warren behind her, who was glancing over towards Ivy every few seconds. Ivy turned her head to see Warren dancing with the brown haired girl, and she looked back at the man in front of her and smiled awkwardly.

"I'm sorry, I just really didn't feel like dancing at the pizza place." She apologized.

"Do you feel like dancing at the salsa place?" He smiled again. "I promise I won't step on your feet." He saluted her with a scouts honor.

She saw the hopeful look in his eyes, and couldn't resist saying yes. He took her hand, spun her around and caught her without thinking twice. She looked at him, and he gave a mischievous smile. "Humph." She grunted.

"What?" They began to salsa.

"You said you wouldn't step on my feet. You made it sound like you were bad." She claimed.

"No. I never said I was bad. Or that I was good. I just said I wouldn't step on your feet. You assumed everything else." He dipped her, and nervously she held her neck in place looking at him and waiting for him to drop her.

"You don't trust me?" He laughed.

"I don't know you!" She laughed back.

"Well, let's start basic. My name is Blake Levine, I'm a freshman at the University of Maxville. It's nice to meet you, Miss...?" He spun her again.

"Ivy." She smiled. "Ivy Stone. I'm a student at Maxville High." She lied as she playfully spun him.

He laughed as he finished his spin and spun her again. "Don't mess with me! I'm the King of turns!" She laughed at his self assuredness. "So you're a student at Maxville High?"

She nodded. "A senior."

"Ah, I don't feel as sleezy for dancing with you then." She laughed again, harder this time. "Trust me yet?"

She eyed him, and nodded slightly. "Sure, let's go with that for now."

He dipped her again, and she let her head fall towards the ground and her back arch, raising her chest and opening her ribs.

Will and Layla had been nearby and heard most of the conversation, even over the pounding music. Warren had escaped the brunette, and Zach and Magenta had just returned to the dance floor, all just in time to see this mysterious black haired man dip Ivy. They all immediately recognized him as the man from the pizza shop, and Warren felt a wave of jealousy pass through him. Layla and Magenta's mouths dropped open at the sight of them dancing.

Slowly, Blake raised her out of the dip, and she rolled up her spine until her head finally became level, and she stared at him with wide eyes. He spun her in a half circle and her back pressed into his chest, and they continued their salsa. At the end of the dance, Ivy thanked him, and told him she had to find her friends.

She met them back at the table and leaned over a chair to grab a cup of water.

"So. We saw you with Mr. Pizza over there." Will smiled.

Ivy took a deep drink of cold water, and wiped some sweat from her forehead. She turned her head back towards the dance floor, then put her empty cup back on the table. The world spun, her vision went black, white, and gray, and she grabbed the chair beneath her to steady herself. Warren raised an eyebrow at her.

"I need some air." She panted and turned to go towards an exit. She pushed her way through the people, ignoring the rude curses being thrown at her in the process. She slammed the door open, and leaned against the cold brick of the outside of the club. Her head hung and she heard a familiar voice.

"You OK there?"

She looked up to see Blake smoking a cigarette a few feet away. He put it out quickly, and cautiously walked toward her.

Ivy nodded weakly. "I couldn't breathe in there." She lied.

He came to lean against the wall next to her and looked at her.

"Do you need some water or something?"

"No, thank you." She pushed herself away from the wall, took a few steps and her legs collapsed beneath her. Blake lunged forward to catch her before she fell to the ground completely, and he held her steady as she struggled to stand. She tried to push away from him to stand on her own, but he didn't let go of her.

"Please, I can stand fine." She protested his strong grip.

"Yeah, yeah, you definitely proved that." He mocked her.

"Please let go of me." She asked firmly. She turned to look at his face, and saw a shadow that hadn't been there before. His lips curled into a sick smile, and his green eyes faded to a dark black. His ears grew sharper, and his face elongated into the beginnings of a muzzle. The door behind them opened, and instantly he was human again. His eyes sparkled under the moon, and his lips placed a gentle kiss on her left cheek before turning to leave.

Warren stood in the doorway and gave a cold glare at Blake as he passed through the doorway. When Blake was gone, Warren turned his attention back to Ivy.

"You alright?" He started to go towards her, and she walked straight past him, muttering an 'I'm fine' along the way. She marched towards the table that held her friends laughing and telling jokes over the loud music. Warren chased her back to the table.

She grabbed her coat and purse. "I'm leaving." And she left the table with all her friends at her heels, shuffling their things.

Outside the club, Warren caught her by the hand while the rest pulled their coats on. Ivy ripped her shoes off after pulling her hand free from the pyro.

"What's going on? What's wrong?" He stared intently at her waiting for a response.

"Nothing. I have to go." She turned to leave again when he grabbed her purse from her. She turned her attention to him, and snatched her purse back from him. Behind him she saw Blake sitting with two friends all staring at her laughing. Her eyes widened, and she dropped her shoes and ran. She heard Warren call after her, she heard all her friends call after her, but she ran as fast as she could until she reached the inside of her apartment. She slammed the door shut behind her, and threw herself against the back of the door.

"Fuck!" She yelled at the top of her lungs, and she sank down to the ground, head in her hands.

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So... Yeah. Um... Yeah. Reviews? Thanks.